Chapter 414
Ethan's crimson eyes burned with fury. In his twisted mind, Evelyn rightfully belonged to him.
It was Alexander who had stolen her away.
If not for that bastard, Evelyn would have come crawling back to him by now.
Her pained whimpers made his grip falter.
Tears streaked down her cheeks, and something inside him twisted. Even in his rage, he hadn’t wanted to break her like this.
He released her, dragging in ragged breaths to steady himself.
But the moment his guard dropped, Evelyn’s demeanor shifted.
Her trembling lips curled into something cold.
Weakness was a woman’s sharpest blade.
Her fingers closed around a shard of shattered porcelain from the floor.
Before he could react, the jagged edge pressed against his throat.
The tables turned in a heartbeat.
Ethan froze.
He hadn’t anticipated this—Evelyn, fragile Evelyn, pressing death to his skin with steady hands.
The sharp edge pressed deeper into Ethan's throat.
"Ethan, just let me go. I don't want to hurt you," Evelyn said, her voice icy and unyielding. "Get me a car."
Ethan hadn't anticipated this—Evelyn, armed and dangerous, turning against him.
A bitter laugh escaped him. "Evelyn, you won't do it."
Years of knowing each other had convinced him she wasn’t capable of violence. She was bluffing.
Her gaze remained frigid.
Without a word, she tilted the blade, and a thin line of crimson appeared on his skin.
Blood trickled down, staining the pristine sheets beneath them.
"Overconfidence is a flaw, Ethan."
Her tone hardened. "I said, get me a car."
The cold sting at his neck sent a jolt of disbelief through him.
How could she?
To escape him, she was willing to draw blood.
His jaw clenched, eyes burning with betrayal. "Even if you slit my throat tonight, Evelyn, you're not leaving."
Evelyn never anticipated that Ethan would remain defiant, even now.
Her fingers brushed against the fabric of his coat, slipping into his pocket to retrieve his car keys.
The sudden clatter of his phone hitting the floor made her freeze.
A call came through.
The voice on the other end was unmistakable—rough, edged with malice.
It was him. The man who had dragged her into that derelict building.
Zachary’s tone was chillingly casual. "Ethan, did you lure Alexander to the northern estate yet?"
Ethan’s gaze flickered toward Evelyn before he answered, his voice tight. "Why did you want him there?"
A dark chuckle slithered through the speaker. "I have unfinished business with him. Stay out of it."
Evelyn’s pulse spiked.
Something was wrong.
Was Zachary planning to hurt Alexander?